184. So Big!

Compared to the bustling activity on the moon, the people on Earth were quietly enjoying a tranquil night.

The snow-like moonlight illuminated the Uchiha clan grounds, adding a touch of serenity to the peaceful scenery.

In a small courtyard at the Uchiha main household, several figures were seated around a fire. A teapot bubbling over the flames sent up steam.

While this gathering should have been admiring the moonlit beauty, all but Uchiha Eimi, who wore a gentle smile, were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in meditation.

Eimi leaned on her hands, gently blowing on the steaming tea in front of her.

With a mature, alluring face and a playful smile, she tilted her head, observing the three Uchiha clan members in concentration.

Her purple hair cascaded over her bare, delicate shoulders, her beautiful eyes glimmering with anticipation, and her red lips slightly pouted.

A purple, diamond-shaped mark on her forehead gleamed faintly in the firelight.

“Hehe, looks like these little ones are about to succeed~”

Unnoticed by those around her, Eimi's black pupils gradually turned red as the fire flickered, revealing three spinning tomoe.

She could see the chakra flow within the three meditators clearly, and with a low murmur, she silently placed her bet on who would reach the finish line first.

“Little Haruka~Mommy believes in you!”

As she focused her attention on Uchiha Haruka, whose body trembled slightly, Eimi couldn’t help but cheer her on mentally.

Haruka had undergone Eimi's secret training—taking first place would be possible, right?

But just as Eimi was concentrating on Haruka, another dark horse surged ahead unexpectedly.

“Huh? You succeeded first?”

As the powerful life force compressed within Senju Itama's body, a purple diamond mark slowly appeared on her white forehead.

Eimi's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. Given Itama's weaker chakra control, she shouldn't have mastered this technique so quickly.

After compressing the excess life force within her, the usually cold and reserved Itama opened her eyes, filled with joy.

“Phew~ Thank you, Aunt Eimi.”

Sensing the profound transformation within her body, Eimi's usually calm face broke into a wide grin.

Composing herself, she looked at Eimi with a hint of awe at her scarlet eyes but didn’t question it. She stood up, bowed deeply, and expressed her gratitude.

“If it weren’t for Aunt Eimi's guidance, I wouldn’t have been able to learn this secret technique.”

“Oh, come on, we’re family, Itama! Don’t be so formal; Auntie might get upset~”

Hearing Itama's respectful thanks, Eimi pretended to pout, her hands on her slender waist, looking adorably disgruntled.

“Hehe~”

Itama chuckled sweetly, running a hand through her silky hair as a genuine smile emerged.

“Let me test out this technique!”

Seeing that Haruka and another Uchiha, Hikari, were still meditating, the excited Itama decided to try out the Yin Seal technique she’d just mastered.

With her hands forming seals, she activated the power of the seal, and her body’s life energy began to transform.

As her energy waned, her body started to shrink, only stopping once she’d reverted to a smaller size.

“Wow, you’re so tall!”

Itama's vision dropped, and her once-fitting clothes pooled around her. Feeling a chill, she shivered slightly, looking up at the smiling Eimi with amazement.

A childlike voice rang out in the courtyard.

“Huh, did my voice change too?”

Before she could feel more confused, Eimi had already draped a blanket over Itama's small, smooth shoulders, her eyes teasing as she lightly tapped Itama's forehead.

“Little Itama, this look isn’t very modest~”

“Ah!”

Only then did Itama realize she’d reverted to her original childlike form. Examining her tiny hands, she confirmed that this was no mere transformation jutsu—she had truly reverted to her younger self.

“Isn’t it amazing? When I first learned it, I had a whole day of fun~”

Watching the bewildered Itama, Eimi, a veteran of the experience, smiled.

Apparently, Itama had fallen into the same trap Yomei had.

The now-childlike Itama's eyes shone with excitement as she formed seals once more. As her life energy surged, her body rapidly expanded from her childlike form, growing more defined until reaching a more developed, mature physique.

“What the heck! How’d it get so big!”


Suddenly, the childlike form had vanished, replaced by a strikingly beautiful woman with black hair, resembling a teenage Senju Itama but with a touch of alluring maturity. Her impressive figure instantly outshone the smiling Uchiha Eimi, freezing her smile in place.

Curiously exploring her newly developed body, Eimi's astonished voice hinted at the purple-haired woman’s rising frustration.

“Itama, no cheating with the transformation!”

Eimi narrowed her eyes, a red gleam flashing within.

Her teasing tone left the more mature-looking Itama confused, as she struggled to balance her new form.

“I didn’t cheat! I just followed the steps... How is this so heavy?”

Though Itama's build had always been impressive for her age, this new figure felt exaggerated.

Once the novelty wore off, she found her newly gained 'racks' cumbersome and sighed.

“Alright, alright, let’s revert for now; my heart can’t take it,” Eimi said, holding her hand up, gesturing for Itama to stop showing off.

“Save that for the mirror at home.”

“Got it~”

After resetting her appearance and getting dressed, Itama sat beside Eimi, adopting the same posture, waiting for the other two to finish.

“Are they done yet?”

Soon after, Itama began to feel sleepy, her eyelids drooping as she rested her head on the table, calling out drowsily, “Come on, just a little more—don’t give up!”

With her scarlet Sharingan still active, Eimi observed the remaining two with keen focus.

Thanks to the eye’s power, she could clearly see that the two were on the verge of success.

“Ah! They’re done!”

Sensing a familiar surge of energy, Itama exclaimed, watching as purple diamond-shaped marks slowly appeared on Uchiha Haruka and Uchiha Hikari's foreheads.

Their energies transformed significantly as the marks stabilized.

“Phew! I did it!” x2

Haruka and Hikari opened their eyes simultaneously, their dark eyes sparkling with pride.

Each believed herself to be the first to master the Yin Seal.

“Mother, who succeeded first?”

Overjoyed, Haruka spotted the mark on Hikari’s forehead and, now fired up with rivalry, addressed her mother.

“Lady Eimi, please be impartial and tell us the truth.”

Hikari, equally competitive, echoed the sentiment.

“Well... you two were almost exactly tied. I can’t tell who was first.”

Realizing how strong their competitive spirit was, even at their age, Eimi sighed and threw up her hands.

“What? No way! We need a winner!”

The two girls stubbornly demanded an answer, insisting on a final verdict since they had a wager riding on it.

“Why so serious over second place?”

Eimi chuckled, barely holding back laughter.

“Huh?” x2

The two blinked, stunned. Second place?

“Hehehe, losers! I’m the real winner here!”

Itama finally stepped forward, hands on her hips, nearly smug enough to touch the sky as she announced her victory.

“No way! How could you, of all people, finish first?”

Hikari, who often clashed with Itama, immediately voiced her disbelief, eyes wide with doubt.

“Exactly, Itama! Wipe off that fake mark and stop interfering.”

Even Haruka, who was a longtime friend, didn’t seem convinced this time, showing clear skepticism.

It’s over—friendship doomed, right here and now!

“It’s true; Itama really did finish ahead of you.”

In the end, Eimi stepped in to settle the dispute, declaring Itama the winner.

“Unbelievable!” Hikari clenched her teeth, frustrated at having lost to the younger girl.

“Phew~ Itama, did you find some kind of trick?” Haruka, though more composed, acknowledged Itama's win gracefully and asked, curious.

“Well, not really… It just felt really natural to learn. Like…”

Itama scratched her head, looking thoughtful, her expression both perplexed and hesitant.

“Like what?”

Curiosity piqued, Haruka urged her to continue. Hikari, too, listened intently.

“Like… like this technique was made just for me. It flowed with no resistance at all.”

Itama grinned sheepishly, scratching her head. At that moment, everyone noticed how well the purple mark suited her.